Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

With a snap, Koz slapped him.

"Why did I hit you?" Coze asked.

The child looked at Koz in fear and didn't dare to speak.

"Answer me." Coze asked coldly.

"I don't know." The child was frightened and cried.

"Because I want to beat you," Coates said. "Just like we feed you, because we want to feed you, we want to make the world a better place. I know you can't understand, and I don't expect you to understand, because I don't care."

"When you grow up, we won't support you anymore. You'll go to work in factories, just like your parents did, toiling away your whole lives, dying of exhaustion at your workstation at the age of forty."

"Remember, never laugh at those who work for justice. This is not advice, it's a warning."

The children were silent. Violence is always the most effective means.

A child murmured, "I heard that workers can only live to be thirty years old at most."

Coz looked at him, startling the kid.

Coates: "I will make it 40, then 50, 60. But it won't happen overnight. Just like justice, it will require the struggle and sacrifice of countless people."

"Will you succeed?" someone asked.

Koz asked, "Why do you have food to eat?"

"Because you want to give us food." A child answered him.

"I feed you because I want to. But you only get to eat because of the sacrifices of the Night Haunters, the sacrifices of children your age or even younger. They sacrificed their lives so that you could eat a bite. Every bite of food you eat is stained with their blood."

The children became even more silent.

Many of them were orphans. In order to get a bite to eat, they stole, robbed, and even ate the flesh of scavengers and other dead children.

Their meat was not tasty, it was very bitter, and there was not much meat to eat from their skinny bodies.

They have no guilt about surviving; they just want to live.

But this is completely different from others sacrificing their lives to give them food.

They still don't understand what justice is, nor do they understand what shame is, but they don't know why they feel uncomfortable in their hearts.

Curze remembered their faces, those with guilt and hope for redemption.

The others have become numb and are not worthy of joining the Night Haunter.

But before they fall into darkness, Curze will refrain from judging them.

……

"Mother."

The little girl stood at the door and ran happily towards her parents. Grace picked up her child with heartache.

"Yamila, what did you learn in school today?"

Yamila thought for a moment and said seriously, "I learned justice."

Grace glanced at her worried husband, motioned him to be quiet, and gently asked, "What is justice?"

"Justice means eliminating the tyranny of the nobility. The world belongs to the people!"

Yamila waved her fists and excitedly shouted the slogans she had just learned today.

"Who taught you that?" Mason blurted out.

"Sister Fili." Yamila said innocently, "She is a Midnight Haunter. Mom, I want to join the Midnight Haunter when I grow up!"

"Yamila is so amazing." Grace smiled and held the child in her arms.

When Yamila fell asleep, Mason felt a little regretful.

"I shouldn't have let her study."

"Why?" Grace asked.

"You ask why, they..." Mason looked outside fearfully, "They are challenging the dignity of the nobility. They are seeking death."

"Because they dared to resist?"

"That's a noble!"

Grace: "Yamila is beautiful."

"She'll be as beautiful as me when she grows up, a beauty that doesn't belong in the Lower Nest. Do you know what will happen to her?"

Mason was silent.

"We are just ordinary people. We can't change the world, but maybe they can. The Night Haunter is more tolerant than other gangs. They don't even ask us to do anything. They just let us work as before."

"I see." Mason lowered his head.

"What do you know?" Grace said helplessly, "Yamila is still young. She won't have a chance to join them until ten years later. If they fail, we must protect Yamila and prevent her from going out and talking nonsense. But what if they succeed?"

……

Koz could go for days without sleeping, hunting day and night until he eliminated the last gang stronghold on the first floor.

So he set off to the next level and repeated his hunt.

"The nobles' revenge is coming slower than I expected."

There were corpses everywhere around Curze, and his cloak was stained red with blood.

"The nobility isn't monolithic." Wop shattered the corpse with his psychic power. "Each layer of the Lower Nest belongs to a different family, or even a single noble within that family. The Night Haunter is too small to touch everyone's pie. Many people haven't truly realized the threat posed by the Night Haunter; they're just enjoying the fun."

Coates: "But revenge will come. I can't waste time like this any longer."

The Night Haunters are powerless to resist the retaliation of the nobles unless they can capture the entire Lower Hive in a short period of time.

This is not realistic.

Even with the Night Haunter's help, it took Curze a month to clear out the first level of gangs.

Wop: "You should give them more credit."

"I have always believed in them, but trust cannot withstand the crushing power."

"You have a plan?"

"I always have." Coze emphasized dissatisfiedly, "I always remember your teachings. If you don't have a purpose, don't do anything."

He never commits killings aimlessly. He cleans out the gangs at the bottom of their nest because that is his base.

He occupied the first floor, because the Night Haunter had to have a base in the lower lair.

They must have their own factories and their own people so that they can have a constant supply of food, troops and weapons.

With these, the Night Haunter can face the counterattack of the Lower Nest gang alone.

What Coates wants to do is create chaos.

He couldn't eradicate the gang's nest, but he could kill the gang's ruler.

The aristocracy is not a monolithic entity, and neither are the gangs.

As long as the gang's ruler is killed, the factions below will fight each other for power.

As long as they were in chaos, they had no time to care about the Night Haunter.

Midnight Haunter can have more time and better space for development.

Chapter 30 Statistics' Moment of Fame

"Is he here?"

"Who?"

"You know who I'm talking about! That monster!"

In the darkness, two men were whispering. One of them suddenly shouted, and the other immediately covered his mouth.

"Keep your voice down. The boss hates people the most. If you yell, you'll get us killed!"

"I'm more afraid of that monster than the boss! Didn't you hear? The Fernandi gang is dead! They were in the next block, and they were the biggest gang on our floor, but all their members died overnight. That monster brutally murdered them all!"

"Calm down, isn't there still someone alive in the Fernandi Gang?"

"How can I stay calm! Those survivors are all children. That monster said they still have a chance to atone for their sins. People like us are doomed!"

The man's emotions collapsed and his reason was overwhelmed by fear.

His companion was about to comfort him when he heard a man's terrified cry in the darkness outside the door.

"Help! Open the door, open the door!"

The man cowered behind cover and asked, "Oros, is that monster coming?"

The man outside yelled, "It's the Midnight Haunter! I need to report this to the boss!"

The man on the wall finally felt relieved. As long as it wasn't a monster, there was nothing to be afraid of in the Night Haunter.

The man opened the door, but immediately realized something was wrong.

Because there was not only Oros outside, but also three teenagers hiding in the dark. They were all holding guns and rushed into the gate holding Oros hostage.

Another sentry was about to sound the alarm when a laser beam pierced his forehead.

"Don't move, you know our rules!" The boy pointed a gun at him.

The man who had never intended to resist put down his gun, raised his hands, and spoke in his throat.

"Will I survive?"

"The court will judge you, and the crime you committed will determine your punishment."

The man who was being pointed at by the gun stood against the wall in confusion, and a large group of teenagers with guns rushed in.

"I will survive, I will. I am only an accomplice. My crime is not punishable by death. The most I will get is life in prison."

The man kept comforting himself in his heart. Before the Midnight Haunter came, he always felt uneasy, fearing that the monster would come to take his life.

But when the Midnight Haunter came, he no longer had to worry.

The Night Haunter must at least be judged first, and only those with unforgivable crimes will be sentenced to death.

Other gang members can only be considered accomplices. Although accomplices will also be sentenced to life imprisonment, at least they will not die.

……

Curze stood on the rooftop, not intervening in the war against the Night Haunter, the gangster fortress that was the last obstacle to the reign of justice and order on the 33rd floor.

Every time he killed someone, he would add an entry to the law, detailing their crime and cause of death, gradually improving the laws of the Night Haunter.

99.9% of people deserved to die, and only 0.1% were allowed to atone their sins.

But the gang members knew nothing about this because they were unfamiliar with the laws of the Night Haunter. They only knew that some gang members who surrendered survived the trial.

Therefore, there are always people who do not recognize their own position and mistakenly believe that their crimes do not deserve the death penalty.

Because according to the gang's understanding, 99.9% of people can survive the trial.

But what they don’t know is that these 99.9% also include law-abiding workers.

This mentality of taking chances greatly weakened the gang's resistance, making the Midnight Haunter's attack extremely smooth and greatly reducing casualties.

Coates didn't deceive anyone, he just took advantage of their stupidity and ignorance.

"This is truly a fascinating moment for statistics," Woppe said.

Koz: "When you surround an army, there must be a gap. You taught me that."

Many times he doesn't need to give people hope, he just needs to make them think they see hope.

Coz disappeared into the darkness. Wop asked, "Want to stop watching?"

"Don't bother watching. Midnight Haunter will win."

"Because of the prophecy?"

"Because I believe in them. That's what you taught me."

"The child has grown up and started talking back."

Koz stopped, turned around and looked at Wop quietly.